Reflection grew
this morning cool,
I jogged a few
kay, then had "school",
which meant I opened up my heart
then let the truth of hesed start
to undo me, quite carefully,
and too, maybe, it's prayerfully?
And in that place
record what I
did start to trace.
Then let it fly!
It flew and split,
and this is it -
while walking till 11:02
As I joined a main road from a dirt track, i saw a bloke who sat over the table from me at the pub last night, coming out of the bush, maybe fixing a fence or a culvert. We taked briefly.. he suggested (tongue in cheek) that i ride the trolley down the big hills that were coming up for me.
Later as I stopped for lunch a bit past half way, I caught up by phone with folk from my community back home (in Orange) who I used to join for lunch every Friday.
Cold wind, only 16 km to go to Coolamon, and about 1:30pm. I decided to see if in fact I could have tonight at Coolamon too. Yup, that was ok. So i got going to not be roo late.
I had a spill today after the lunch thingo catch up with the community by phone.
After singing a song to my body (that I often say I'm looking forward to being replaced with a new one), saying that I was in fact grateful for it, and I wanted to look after it more).
A bit ironic, because I made it run full speed down the (empty) bitumen road, with the trolley behind me. It worked other times, but maybe those hills weren't quite so steep, or something else. I had a premonition that the trolley might catch me and trip me up. I think I might have got scared and slowed, wondering what to do. It happened. We both went for a tumble.
Sorry body, for not thinking that through more, or getting scared.
I will be more considerate, but I'm bound to trip up some time.
I learned that I need a better first aid kit.
A lovely steak at the local tavern tonight. Protein to fix wounds.
I'll buy more bandaids etc tomorrow & I'll rest up the next two days.
I have a lead from that old lady Mrs Ruth Smith whom I met near Berrigan, of someone to catch up with here. See what happens.
Much, much goodness.
Good night.
OLD TO NEW WORLD VIEW
Despite that science tells us "This world is
not what it seems on outside, to the feel,
with layers upon layers forming things",
I still believe that our ol' world is real.
Our scientific story tells us that
despite what we all see here (think we "know"),
there's layers of "community" which mat
together, and which interleave.. (quite so):《1》
Inside, within each body, making up
the living ones, are individu'l "cells",
or living creatures that can be corrupt-
ed, or combined to make a host where dwells
the multicelled "community" we see
that's planted right before us "on" (or "in")
our ground of being. Even you and me.
And these can be disrupted or can win!
The ways that these communities would seize
things 'round about to aid their tiny parts,
to work together: shelter, feed, and ease
their life, to bring a thriving from their starts,
are called in this Our world "to feed", & "clothe
and shelter", self or fam'ly, other lives.
The old words from Our world that covered both
are "love", & then there's "peace"- which meant "life thrives".
But smaller yet, each body that exists,
of rocks, or gasses, animals or plants;
(and irrespective of "life" tagged to its
existence as an entity, per chance..)
is made of smaller atoms, molecules,
or other things that kind of are like "seas".
But smaller yet (these aren't just words of fools)
are forces "circling", balancing with ease.
Where either particles or waves "impart"
existence to those higher levels too.
But here we haven't even made a start
on bigger things, like Galaxies and U-
ni-verse, or other categ'ries rehearsed,
like Supernova, Nebulae, and Giants,
Dwarves, and other stars that shoot and burst,
to cook up compounds, elements and ions
from which all of the rest can start to "be".
Invisible dimensions in this way
we start to understand, and maybe "see"
within our "mind's eye" - as they used to say.
But still our story makes more sense, or less
of all dimensions we've encountered here,
since we were born - to order and to mess,
with this ol' world. - And this is where I cheer
myself as I move on, and others too.
The world we "started" in, that let us learn
about dimensions and these worlds that you
have just now been reminded of, don't spearn!
The story that's apparent: God made this
whole world with more dimensions than you'd poke
at with a stick, does not seem so remiss
and starts to look less like it was a joke!
"The best is yet to come", as AA found
in fact, through living in this re-al world.
And there's a higher power hanging round
to see if we would reach out and be curled
within the love of biggest Dad, or Mum,
and let the Great Creator's fam-il-y
look after us and grow us, and then some..
towards more of a nature that is free
to love back, as we have ourselves been loved.
And that's why most religions in this world
admire, and think good-life was surely gloved
within the life, that we have mostly hurled
our insults at, and blamed him for our faults
and misdemeanours, laziness, and such.
It's him I would commend to you. Us dolts,
we killed the model human God loved much -
the second Adarm (and would kill his Eve,
that God brings from him while he's "not around").
In jealousy and ignorance, we'd weave
a net to catch them yet, like beasts been found
and named. So if you ask me to I'll tell
the story of the glory of God "THERE",
who loves his kids, and wants them to do well,
take on creative love, and learn to share.
《1》 physically enact this by interleaving the fingers from each hand with those of the other
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